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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Tuesday, September 03, 2002
sick sick sick
nausea is disgusting. i've had it most of the day. nerves? flu? other virus? i dunno. hope i can sleep ok.
i went down to the river to pray
i am trying to relax more. i need to. for my sanity/health. i am not sure how to relax. yes, i am very chill, but my innards are constantly twisting around. i might need exercise. now i need sleep.
go here.
1:21 AM
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